Every evening after her shift at the food mart, June paused outside the boutique on Main Street, staring longingly at the elegant dresses she couldn’t afford—not to wear, but to one day create. A cashier by day and a quiet dreamer by night, she sketched designs on napkins and lived on scraps of fabric from discount bins. Her only connection to her past was a small brass key she wore around her neck, a mystery she never expected to solve. Her life took a turn when Nancy, a kind and stylish woman from a different world, noticed June’s eye for fashion and her quiet talent. One evening, Nancy recognized June’s key as belonging to a bank deposit box. Together, they visited the old bank, and after nervously offering her name—June—as the security answer, the box was opened. Inside was a letter from her birth mother, Lena,
